Why she took a fancy to me I can't imagine.

She's so booky and artistic, and that kind of thing, that I never understood half the time what she was talking about.

Now you're just as clever, you know, darling, but I do understand you." Roger's conscience made a few dim remonstrances.

It asked him whether in fact, standing on his own qualifications and advantages of quite a different kind, he had not always felt himself triumphantly more than a match for Chloe and her cleverness.

But he paid no heed to them.